Author note: I don't own Yakitate! Japan.
...I wanted to write a Valentine's day fic for this fandom. The problem was, I didn't have time and I couldn't think of anything, so...Instead, I present to you readers this fic. Hopefully this will be good, and that I hope to keep everyone in character. I'll try to update this when I can, but I have other multi-chapter fics in this fandom and outside this fandom, so updates will probably be slow until much later on.
I want to say thanks to Bite the Dust for giving me advice for this fic, and by the way, this is your belated Valentine's day present. Hope you like it. :)
Warnings: Obvious pairings and implied onesided pairings (onesided towards Monica, particularly-some pairings may include yaoi), takes place after the Monaco Cup and kind of AU, possible violence, possible swearing.
Constructive Criticism would be greatly appreciated, and I hope you guys read, review and enjoy! Thanks!
Vexated Yearning
Prologue. Passion Heart
Ah, dang it.
Shachihoko wasn't happy that the American team lost to the Japanese team. He was happy for Azuma and the other teammates, but...He'd really wanted his team to win! And after all the effort of teaching Shadow and Monica the necessary things they needed to know about bread, too!
Then again, it was kind of hard to communicate with his teammates, considering that they barely spoke to each other during the whole tournament.
At least he got to talk with Monica, even if it had to be the one or two times Shadow wasn't around. And the pouting face she'd made when Shachihoko tried to eat some of her snacks-that was kind of...Cute.
As much as Shachihoko hated to admit it, he'd started liking her. And not just because of her looks and her love for snacks. There were other reasons, too.
She was talented. Sure, she'd only just started out with baking, but being the expert patissier she was, she made the most amazing candy masterpieces he'd ever seen. He even watched her once when she made that bread with the candy rose that beat Suwabara in the finals. He wasn't a patissier expert, but something that Monica made was probably difficult for most of them to do, he bet.
She was very friendly, too. He'd seen her warm up to Kai after the finals match, and even though the samurai kept rejecting the fact that she was his girlfriend, he seemed to be getting used to her hanging around with him. Good for Kai, it would probably soften him up a little bit. Make him less scary, so that he would be less likely to chase Shachihoko or Kawachi with his katana blade, screaming "I'll cut you!"
There were other reasons besides those as well, but Shachihoko couldn't really list all of them yet.
Kai Suwabara. The samurai got to be with Monica, after their finals match.
Dang it.
Shachihoko knew that he should be a nice guy and not interfere with the two, but...
As far as he knew, nice guys always finished last, and he hated being last.
Kai Suwabara felt, well...
Was confused the right word for this?
Well, he hadn't expected to lose in the finals. Nor did he expect to gain a 'girlfriend,' as Kawachi had tried to explain to him. A 'girlfriend' by the name of Monica Adenauer, the patissier who won against him in the finals.
Kawachi also found it incredibly weird that Kai loved the sight of Monica's hands, charred from the high temperatures of molding candy. Kai punched him in the face for that comment and threatened to cut him up if Kawachi didn't shut up. Sure, maybe they weren't exactly a thing of 'beauty' in most people's eyes, but Kai saw the hard work and dedication to her dream shown right on her hands. He truly admired her for that, and for her strength as a craftsman.
It was weird how they got together in a police station of all places, but it couldn't be that bad compared to, let's say, the place where the Monaco Cup finals were taking place...At least, he thought so.
He concluded that the confusion must really be due to the whole 'girlfriend' thing. He would just have to accept it for now and try to get used to it. At least, he hoped he could get used to it...
Wrong. Irrational. Improper.
It must be completely improper for one to have such feelings of childish infuation for someone at least eight to ten years younger than himself.
Goodness, no. No. NO. It's not appropriate. Meister thought to himself as he struggled to get himself to stop blushing and thinking of her so he could concentrate on the bunch of reports resting on his desk. I would be accused of being a pedophile and the like. Not good. Ever. At all.
The weird feelings bubbling in his chest started while he and Tsukino talked in private with Monica Adenauer. The new owner of Pantasia and Meister both found out that St. Pierre had offered Monica the chance to be General Manager of their new patisserie branch, and they knew that they couldn't lose such remarkable talent to their rival. When the time came to talk with the queen of patissiere, Meister realized immediately not just her passion for her work, he also noticed her way of speech, how pretty she looked (and he wasn't even looking at her chest, he was more of a face person), and even her charred hands from the molding of candy.
Monica decided to accept Tsukino's offer. Yukino had decided to make the offer for Monica to be General Manager of the St. Pierre patissiere branch null and void, anyway.
But back to the subject of what Meister noticed about her. When she smiled...
He'd blushed from underneath his mask. Not too noticeably, though, and he was thankful for his mask to cover that.
He expected these sorts of things to go with, let's say, someone a bit older. His age, maybe. Not to someone eight to ten years younger than himi.
Besides, she's already dating Suwabara! If I dare try to approach her romantically, the samurai would probably go and kill me in my sleep! Or get I'll arrested for possibly being accused of being a pedophile! Or something worse, even!
But, Another voice in Meister's head whispered, becoming a bit of a devil's advocate, Even if you know you can't make her love you, at least you could try to profess your feelings? It's not like you're thinking promiscious thoughts or anything else scandalous about her. It's okay if you just tell her your feelings, right? As long as you don't make her uncomfortable...
"No." Meister whispered softly, even though there was no one in the office except for him. "These feelings are just...Just wrong. They'll pass away eventually."
I do hope that they will.
